The Fool On The Hill

(albüm: The Versatile Impressions - 1969)

Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
Sees the world spinning round

Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
Talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sounds he fears to make
And he never seems to notice

The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
Sees the world spinning round

But nobody ever hears him
Or the sounds he fear to make
And he never seems to notice

The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
Sees the world spinning round

Oh oh oh...
It's going round and around
See the world, it's going round and around
See the world, going round and around